he has a clean freak

The rest of the room stopped chatting and listened to the two of them.Fu Yu and Jiang Xuesu sat together, the former looked depressed and puzzled, the latter smiled slightly, and Xiao Ting was beside Fu Yu, holding her hand.He had already had a premonition about what happened to Yan Wangxiao and Liang Songying, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.He had always been indifferent to others, but now he looked at Er Shao Yan opposite him with even colder eyes.

I have been friends with Liang Songying for several years, and after hearing the news a few days ago, they agreed that Liang Songying's head was pinched by Yan Er Shao.

But friends have their boundaries. We are adults, and we can talk to each other about some things, but we can't interfere too much.

Liang Songying held a glass of champagne and lowered her head to sip one sip at a time.

Yan Wangxiao seemed to be the target of everyone's criticism, and the pressure came from all directions.He relaxed his hands and feet, with a smile on his face, and the soldiers came to block him.

"Second Young Master, what would you like to drink?" Li Minghui asked with a smile.

"He can't drink, pour him a glass of boiled water, or make a cup of milk tea. Zhao Jie, can you make it?" Liang Songying turned her head and asked.

"I don't care about him! But what if you don't drink tonight, Second Young Master, to be honest, can't you?" Zhao Jie challenged.

Liang Songying lowered her head and muttered once or twice, it seems that she will not be drunk tonight.

Yan Wangxiao went all out for his dignity tonight, and he would not refuse a toast to anyone who came.Liang Songying blocked many cups for him, and she was a little drunk after a round of fighting.Everyone talked more openly than before, and they didn't have so many scruples about Yan Wangxiao.

Li Minghui went out for a while, and when he came back, Zhao Jie yelled to open the table to play mahjong, three missing one.

Yan Wangxiao was dragged to drink for a "heart-to-heart talk", while Liang Songying, Li Minghui, Zhao Jie, and Luo Cha set up a mahjong table in the corner.Liang Songying habitually wanted to sit in Luocha's next seat, but Zhao Jie took the first step, so she had to sit opposite Luocha and became Zhao Jie's next home.While chatting, they played mahjong, some smoked, some drank, and they seemed very casual.Luocha is relatively taciturn, staring at the mahjong tiles in his hand most of the time, outsiders may think he is an avid gambler.

All three of them are competitive people, and the best will not admit defeat even at the mahjong table.Liang Songying was a little drunk, so she had to cheer up, not to mention that there was no Buddhist Luocha to release water at the upper house, and Zhao Jie was a stern-hearted person.

Zhao Jie saw the cards played by Luo Cha, "Only Lan would think that it's easy to play with Luo Cha."

Liang Songying played a Bei, and Li Minghui said: "Touch." Then he drew a card and smiled, "Sorry, I'm stupid."

Zhao Jieliang Songying said "Oh", and Luo Cha silently pushed the cards to reopen.

When it was Liang Songying's turn to be the banker, the wind on the table suddenly changed.Uncharacteristically, the three of them worked together to restrain him, which made him fight very badly.Liang Songying lost three games in a row, and took a sip of champagne with a smile, "It seems that you came prepared today, and you must find something to be happy."

Yan Wangxiao came over drunk, bent down and put his chin on Liang Songying's shoulder, looking at his cards.The smell of alcohol sprayed on his neck, Liang Songying wrinkled his nose and pushed his head away, "You are drunk, go sleep anywhere."

"Not good." Yan Wangxiao said, seeing that Liang Songying was obsessed with gambling and ignored him, he moved a chair and sat down beside him.Liang Songying wanted to drink, but he took it away, saying: "Your throat is tight, you are not allowed to drink. Now Xiao Ting doesn't care about you? He doesn't care, I care." Then Gulu Gulu drank the wine.

Liang Songying raised her wine glass and stood upside down, not a drop left.Going to see Yan Wangxiao again, he supported his head on his shoulders, his face was flushed, his eyes couldn't be opened, and he desperately opened them to look at his cards.

"It's up to you, Lan." Li Minghui reminded.

"What card did Zhao Jie play just now?" Liang Songying turned around and asked.

"Seven thousand."

After a while, Yan Wangxiao snored on Liang Songying's shoulder, tilted his head, and almost hit the edge of the mahjong table.Liang Songying supported his head, put him on his lap to sleep, played cards with one hand, and touched Yan Wangxiao's head with the other.

Normally, he would never do such a thing.At this moment, he was very drunk, and he didn't expect how intimate his actions would be in the eyes of others.

Luocha suddenly pushed down the cards and stood up, "I won't play anymore."

The three looked up at him.

Luo Cha said: "It's too late, I have a scene tomorrow morning and I have to catch the early show."

Liang Songying has not turned over as a banker, and he is the most unhappy, with displeasure written on his face, but he still said: "Okay, work is important, it's over." He also pushed the card away, and then supported Yan Wangxiao on his shoulders, He lay down on a sofa next to him, and found a thin blanket to cover him with ease, then went to find a drink.

When he passed by Xiao Ting, he patted his shoulder, "Ricky, are you drunk?"

Seeing that it was him, Xiao Ting closed his eyes and ignored him.

Liang Songying laughed a few times, left him, and went to the wine cabinet at the bar to get drinks by herself.Rocha was there too, taking out a bottle of wine and handing it back to him.Liang Songying took a look, "I have a good eye."

"Drink so much tonight?" Luo Cha asked.

"It's rare that Xiao Ting doesn't care about me, he's angry with me." Liang Songying held the wine glass, swirled the liquid in the glass, lowered her head and sniffed it under her nose, "Is the movie you're filming now going well?"

"It's okay, the director is Di Yun."

"Are you really his queen actor? Will he return to China to develop in the future?"

"It seems to have that meaning."

Liang Songying held the wine glass and motioned for him to go to the phonograph.The two stood together, Luo Cha looked down at his left wrist, "I gave you the watch, you still wore it when we met last time. Is this watch from Yan Wangxiao?"

Liang Songying nodded, was watching a disc and choosing songs, and asked him, "Which song do you want to sing?"

"I don't sing. I ask you to act in a play, will you act?"

"Forget it, don't force it."

The music in the room suddenly switched from pure music to popular songs.

Luocha rolled up his shirt cuffs, leaned against the bar, held a glass of red wine, and occasionally took a sip. His eyes were fixed on Liang Songying, who was wearing earphones and singing by himself. He was half drunk.The clean and clear voice sang the lyrics of lingering friendship, and the lingering love songs were endowed with a romantic color by his powerful singing, floating in this small space.He is leisurely and contented, intoxicated by it.However, Luocha's eyes gradually became more emotional from the ancient well, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, full of anger.He suddenly stepped forward and pushed Liang Songying's shoulder hard.

Liang Songying was caught off guard and bumped into several drum kits next to her, making a loud noise.He fell to the ground, instinctively supporting himself with his elbows to prevent his head from landing on the ground.My head was dizzy for a while, and I didn't understand what was going on, so I passed out, or I fell drunk.

The rest of the people heard such a loud noise, and the room suddenly became quiet.Fu Yu and others came to help Liang Songying up to check the injury. Fortunately, it was just a scrape and a broken skin when his elbow was on the ground.Li Minghui came over, frowned, and asked in a serious tone: "What's going on?"

Zhao Jie hugged Luo Cha, who was out of control, and dragged him back, pressing him on the chair.But Luocha's body was trembling, his breathing was short of breath, he lowered his head, and didn't speak, with unconcealable anger and grief in his eyes.Seeing this, Li Minghui said, "You go back to your room to calm down, and you'd better give Lan a reasonable explanation tomorrow."

Liang Songying had a dream.He couldn't open his eyes, his eyelids were heavy, he could only feel two hands caressing his body, and a fiery body pressed against his back.The vitals are caught, a pair of lips are close, deep, entangled, and exchange saliva.There was a low and hoarse gasp in his ears, he couldn't hold it back, and released it in the opponent's hand.

The next morning, when Liang Songying opened her eyes, she was awakened by the sound of arguing.He got up very angry, and saw Yan Wangxiao and Luo Cha, who were out of reach, twisted together and beat each other, and threw a pillow over the two of them, "What are you doing... uh." He cried out in pain, lowered his head, and saw A piece of gauze was pasted on the painful elbow.

The two were smashed away by him, and each took a few steps back.But Yan Wangxiao was still puzzled, picked up a vase at hand and threw it at it.

Liang Songying lifted the quilt and hurried over to stop it.

The vase had already been thrown out, Luocha's clothes were disheveled, he was barefoot, and tilted his head, so the vase brushed past his ears and fell behind him, splashing and shattering all over the ground.Liang Songying held Yan Wangxiao's arm and looked at Luo Cha.Luocha covered his left ear, a patch of red could be seen between his fingers.

"How are you, Luo Cha?" Liang Songying asked with concern.

Luocha shook his head and sat aside, "It's okay, it's just a little warm after wiping."

"Then what's the matter with you two?"

"You ask him."

Liang Songying looked at Yan Wangxiao who was still angry, and brushed the messy hair from his forehead.

Yan Wangxiao seemed unwilling to say so, picked up the jacket next to him, "It's nothing, I just wanted to beat him to death because he didn't like him." He pulled Liang Songying to the door of the room, turned around and said casually: "I'm sorry, Mr. Luo, next time Please teach me more."

Liang Songying turned her head, with an apologetic face, and made a goodbye gesture to Luo Cha.Luocha raised his eyes, stared at him, and lowered his eyes.Among the few people, Luocha has always been more introverted and solitary, but every time he is invited to a party, he will come here out of friendship.Liang Songying always felt that he couldn't figure it out, and it was the same at this moment, he lowered his eyes like that and didn't speak, wondering if he had received the message.

The two of them really reached the top in completely different fields, but it is difficult to understand each other separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Liang Songying and Yan Wangxiao went to the next room to wash up briefly.Liang Songying took off her clothes to wipe herself in the bathroom, and found several suspicious red marks on her chest.He turned around, turned his head to look in the mirror, and there were several similar marks on his back.He thought of a sexual dream last night, when Luo Cha appeared in the room this morning, he couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle—Yan Wangxiao wouldn't kiss him like that.

The two went down to the first floor, the hall was empty, only Li Minghui and the drunk people remained in the villa.Li Minghui, like Yan Wangxiao, is a person who is used to getting up early. He is already sitting at the dining table in a well-groomed manner, and his aunt brings out porridge and pastries from the kitchen.

"Good morning, come over for breakfast." Li Minghui raised his head to greet him, then looked down at the newspaper.

"Good morning/early."

Yan Wangxiao noticed a man with an unfamiliar face sitting on the sofa in the living room, and a cup of steaming tea on the coffee table, apparently he had just arrived.Liang Songying knew him and greeted him with a smile, "Good morning, Director Di Da is here to arrest someone again?"

Di Yun snorted, "The filming started at nine o'clock this morning, so what if we don't come to arrest people."

Liang Songying said: "Luo Cha got up, but there was a little accident, you can go up and see him."

Di Yun frowned, "What's the matter with him?" He got up and went upstairs to look for someone, and accidentally glanced at Yan Wangxiao, so he showed a surprised expression.He stopped, raised his index finger and thought for a while, "Second Young Master? Second Young Master! Yan Wangxiao, is that the actor who played Fangtu?"

Yan Wangxiao sat down at the dining table, looked at the person who changed his route and said, "You know me? I'm a singer now, not acting anymore."

Liang Songying: "Didn't you say before that you still want to act?"

Yan Wangxiao held his chopsticks and thought for a while, "Let's read the script, the director, and the lineup."

Di Yun circled the dining table with research eyes, and sized up Yan Wangxiao twice, secretly comparing him with Li Minghui who read the newspaper in silence.Concluded: "I have a script in hand, and there is a role that suits you very well, even better than Brother Ming."

Li Minghui raised his head and asked with his eyes.

Liang Songying knew that Di Yun had an irresponsible nature of playing tricks on the dead, but she did have a clue, and said with a smile, "Okay, grab the role from Brother Ming, Wang Xiao, you think about it."

Yan Wangxiao picked up a few noodles and put them into his hungry stomach and intestines. After eating for a little while, he studied Di Yun for a long time before asking, "Who are you?"

"Di Yun, a well-known domestic director." Di Yun introduced himself.

"Sorry..." Yan Wangxiao said.

Di Yun coughed, "The new generation of directors, the masterpiece "Chang'an Street"."

Yan Wangxiao suddenly realized "Oh".

Di Yun left a business card and agreed to contact him later for a detailed discussion.After Di Yun left, Yan Wangxiao picked up the business card and looked at it for a while, then asked Liang Songying, "Who is he? I really don't know him, and I haven't heard of "Chang'an Street" either."

"It's a foreign language film, which translates to "Chang'an Street". It was nominated for an Oscar for Best Picture last year." Liang Songying explained to him, "Maybe you have a better impression of his English name, which is Danny Di."

Yan Wangxiao choked, "Isn't it?" He quickly put the business card in his pocket, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't expect Didi to be so young."

Li Minghui said at this time: "I have seen your early works, and your acting skills are good, but your performance in later works was unstable. A director mentioned you to me many times, and his tone was very regrettable. If you like acting, do it well, don't Give up, if you like it, you like it. Even if you don’t touch it for many years, the skill of acting will always be imprinted in the soul of a person. After a period of time, it will come back. If you have time, you can come to me and learn about acting.”

Yan Wangxiao was flattered by his encouragement, compared to that Zhao Jie, he was so amiable, he was indeed the pillar of the circle.

"Thank you, I will seriously consider it."

Li Minghui nodded and continued to read the newspaper.

Liang Songying cast a smiling glance at Yan Wangxiao, who held his hand under the table and scratched his palm.

For a while there were only the clink of spoons on the rim of bowls and the flipping of newspapers, footsteps and quarrels in the stairwell.Di Yun followed behind Luo Cha, furiously, "Don't think that you are the one to make my movie, there are many good actors in China! If you don't take it seriously, change roles! Do you hear me, change roles! Your personal emotions It's amazing, everyone is waiting for you to be in place, do you know how much money the crew will lose if you delay for a few days! The crew doesn't revolve around you, other actors also have schedules to be busy, are your brains covered with shit..."

Zhao Jie heard the noise in the room, and walked out while putting on his clothes, "Director Di, you also know that his mind is down, so why don't you just let him go for a few days?"

Di Yun finally caught someone who could answer, and complained to Zhao Jie.

The silent Luocha walked into the living room, turned his head and saw the people at the dining table, and paused in his footsteps.Li Minghui put down the newspaper, "Going?"

Luo Qi nodded, and turned to look at Liang Songying who was drinking porridge with his head down, noticing the small movements of him and Yan Wangxiao under the table, his eyes froze, he lowered his eyelids, turned and left without saying a word.Zhao Jie sent the two gods of plague away, and sat down at the dining table with a miserable expression on his face, "What kind of weird combination is that, a boring gourd, and a firecracker that spontaneously ignites anytime and anywhere. Alas, I lost a good friend, I'm afraid he won't come again, He looked at Yan Wangxiao, "Oh."

"You are enough, sighing and sighing will affect your appetite." Li Minghui tapped on the table.

Not afraid of death, Zhao Jie sighed again, "The four of us, one is dull, the other pretends to be confused, and the other is a hypocrite, and I am the only one who understands."